Last weekend I
watched a Hindi play. Although I’m very interested in theatre activity, my work
hours and time management prevent me from watching all the plays I would like
to. But last weekend, I watched the same play, twice, Saturday and Sunday.
***
Several years
ago, or what feels like it, I could contemplate the world for hours, drifting
between incomprehension and acceptance. But it doesn't really bother me that I can hardly sit
still without having to resort to using the internet, or a phone to constantly
re-engage and connect with other living elements of my world.
***
Somewhere I
read, a guy had correctly pointed out that we now live in the attention economy where human attention is a scarce commodity. Our reserves of attention and
attention spans are getting shorter and shorter, the further we’re exposed to
instant gratification and an assault of data and information every way we turn.
So something that holds our attention for really long is what will be
prosperous in this economy.
***
So when the
internet is where-its-at, when your marriage is validated when you update your
facebook status, and most of these public and data-rich activities are
performed for the public eye, it behooves one to hold the precious and rare away
from the scrutiny of jaded, cynical eyes roving through the cesspit these
beholders believe the internet to be.
***
I have been
living without a functioning computer at my flat for a few months now, and I
find that while I’m sorely missing out on the music I want to listen to, I am
getting so many other things done that I would never get the chance to do if I
would be glued to my twitter timeline every night, or bouncing off the
wikisphere or blogosphere drowning in a flurry of hyperlinks. Cooking, reading, talking to friends on the phone once in a while. Yeah, this is not
a bad deal.
***
Perhaps at a
time like this, an art form like theatre is the most relevant. For art to
exist, for artists to survive and interest in art to sustain, it must adapt.
But maybe the inability of an art form like theatre to adapt to this age of
easy accessibility, unavailability in a virtual form like an e-book or a music
album or a film turned into bits, keeps it real. And pure. Theatre remains something to be experienced,
in the moment, and is no less visceral in its approach and execution than it was a
thousand years ago on the ancient Grecian podiums.
